Snippet #2293967

Luther

Luther was rather nonplussed with the competition this year’s Royale had gathered; of course he found this to be the case for practically every year. It was always so dull when you knew the outcomes of the Royale before it even started, a fact his father had never cared to admit was the truth. The King had some uncanny ability to choose the winner every year in a row, and even a simpleton could deduce by those results that there was plenty of book-cooking going on around here. None-the-less he continued to peruse the fighters currently penned in their cages and awaiting the next blood-bath to commence.

“Excuse me m’lord, but may I see your key?” The young guard, who must have been new due to the fact that Luther did not know his face, sternly inquired with a rather guard-like look slapped across his face.

Luther did love toying with the new ones. He reached inside of his shirt, where the key would be had he had one, and began to pat and search his body frantically as if he were looking for it. The expression on his face was overly-exaggerated and the gasp he let loose fit the expression perfectly, surely the guard would not be stupid enough to take this seriously. “My key, it’s gone! Some rogue must have picked my pocket; I demand the scoundrel be found immediately!”

The nobleman was unsure whether he was a better actor than previously thought, or the new-boot really was just that stupid, but the man immediately came to attention and began searching the room with a piercing gaze immediately. “Do you know what the perpetrator looked like m’lord?” It was so nice to finally meet a guard who didn’t suspect him of any mischievous activity… it had become such a rare occurrence as the years wore on.

Should he do it? Luther had the sudden urge to give the man Liandre’s description, and it would be such a wonderful prank to play on her when he thought about it. His father would be furious though, and the frock incident was bad enough for one lifetime to be honest about it. Could he really pass up this chance though? Definitely not was the only answer he could imagine.

“I think it might have been a certain lady, she was all over me earlier you see, very touchy-feely if you know what I mean. The girl was…”

“Don’t listen to that blow-hard Geoffrey, he’s just yankin’ your chain and tryin’ to cause trouble. I’ve known the little bastard long enough to tell when he’s blowin’ smoke up yer arse!”

If the voice calling out from behind him wasn’t so familiar Luther might have been offended by the remark, but the man speaking was one of the guards who wanted to strangle him half the time. He was a rather unfriendly man who went by the name Daniel, a rather unfortunate and dull name if Luther was any kind of expert on the subject. The lanky royal turned around flamboyantly and raised his arms as if moving to embrace the man with a rather sour look planted on his face currently, he decided it was best not to though, he looked somewhat serious and grumpy at the moment.

“But Daniel, it was merely a small jest you see, surely there’s no harm done with an innocent little joke is there?” He titled his head to the right slightly and made a somewhat pouty look to show his good intent, but it failed to register any kind of response.

“Don’t be givin’ me any of that nonsense now. It’s best if you just be movin’ along and takin’ that royal arse of your’n back up that elevator and stay outta our way down here. Don’t make me report this to General von Krieger now or there might be an incident very similar to the one that gave you that pretty scar on that face of your’n.”

Luther gave a sigh of exasperation, no matter what he said or did would convince this one otherwise, so the young royal shrugged his shoulders and bowed half-heartedly to the two guards. “If you so insist my good man then I will see myself off and be on my way.” With that Luther took off towards the rickety, old, and obnoxiously loud elevator with his family’s booth as the intended destination. The thought of stopping by Liandre teased his mind, if only just to both the King one last time, but the elimination round would be starting soon and he didn’t want to press his luck any further than he already had today.